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Chapters: 23/? Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson Characters: Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Tim Drake (DCU), Alfred Pennyworth Additional Tags: De-Aged Dick Grayson, Fights, Punching, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Assassins, duels, Family, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Sibling Rivalry Summary:

When Dick Grayson is de-aged by thirteen years, Batman is eager to find out who is behind it and how to cure the condition while the other Batboys learn that their ever-smiling, peace-keeping older brother was not always like that.

I’m about to read this and someone else wanted it in a comment section :D

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Sometimes I am like, "man I wish Tim wasn't getting ignored by DC (except for a cameo in during pride month)." But then I look at whatever the fuck DC is doing with Jason and think ,"maybe I am good."

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Over the years, Bruce has slowly noticed, why exactly Dick's mom had nicknamed him robin. Ofcourse he was born on the first day of spring and is always flitting about, but there's more...robin-like traits that have long since cemented his original robin status

Bruce, rushing to check up on his newly adopted child, Dick, who just walked into a glass door with eyes wide open: Chum? Why did you just walk into glass?

Dick: What glass?

Bruce: I-

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Jason, watching teen, newly discowing!Dick pack up his stuff to move out: Why do you have that hoard?

Dick, shoving his collection of shiny objects, including but not limited to, pins, buttons, spoons, forks, medals and trophies, into a bag: What hoard?

Jason:

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Tim, traumatized after having seen Dick dance in front of Barbara at a ball: Why would you willingly do that? Was that a mating dance?

Dick: A what? I'm not a bird, Tim

Tim: ok

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Damian, looking disgruntled as Dick spoonfeeds him some porridge: Why must you insist on this, Richard? I am 10, not 4

Dick: But you work so hard for patrol and school everyday!

Documentary playing in the background: And the Mama Bird will feed it's chick until it is big enough to hunt on it own....

Damian: ...

Damian: Tt. Fine, you may.

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Duke, on a rare night patrol, batting Batman!Dick away after the fifth time he tried to cover him with his cape: Dude quit it

Dick: But you're vulnerable at night because of your suit!

Duke, suddenly remembering how birds will try to cover their chicks with their wings to keep them safe: I owe tim so many churros

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And also, ofcourse, the many, many times Bruce has seen them all huddling together around Dick like they actually are robin chicks huddling around a robin mama

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Red Robin fanart that I made some time ago and forgot to post here 🙃

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One of the worst traits lost in the translation between canon and fanon is Tim Drake’s borderline narcolepsy.

You’re telling me it’s mentioned several times in canon how he is known to fall asleep anywhere at any given time easily, yet in fanon he can barely sleep a wink.

I’m not even gonna get into the whole coffee debacle even though I really want to. I would spend hours obsessing over it. But no, he doesn’t have chronic insomnia. He fell asleep on a freaking roller coaster. Mid ride mind you. THIS WAS SUCH A COMMON OCCURRENCE THAT ZO WASNT WORRIED ABOUT HIM, SHE WAS MAD!!

Thank you for coming to my tumblr talk about how I want more chronic napper Tim in my fics, and less melatonin warrior Tim. I can aknowledge that it’s fanfiction. I cannot be upset when fanonization happens in fandom. But there is a whole unexplored trope of him and his sleeping antics just WAITING to be unearthed

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In today’s modern society, Riddler would be the EASIEST of Batman’s villains to rehabilitate 

All you have to do? Give him a job designing/running an Escape Room facility

It’s perfect for him. A non-violent outlet for feeding his need to flex how intelligent he is, he still gets to create his elaborate puzzles and riddles, and people will willingly PAY HIM to lock them up in a room where he can mess with them for an hour or so

Someone get Bruce Wayne on the phone I have an idea for a thing he should invest in

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i spit on people who think tim hates dick

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Bruce: *is dead again*

Dick: well this s-

Tim: *carrying a go bag* I can't believe this! I'm gonna put a tracker on him when I- oh hi Dick.

Dick: ...you don't think he's dead?

Tim: WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME ANYONE DIED! ok Alfred but at this point I think he's using this as a vacation from us but PAST THAT! Who ACTUALLY dies? Superman 'dies' every few years, Bruce keeps 'dying' hell YOU 'die' sometimes. Obviously Jason, Damian, Cas, Steph have all 'died', my friends have'died',BUT THEY COME BACK! everyone. comes. back. I'll be back when I find Bruce for the THIRD TIME! *slams door*

Alfred: *walking into the room* he's not wrong. Tea?

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propaganda:

Jack Drake/Bruce Wayne:

they are amazing because they are infinitely tragic and incapable of happiness together because fundamentally conflicting desires are at the core of their entire relationship. the thing about jackbat is that bruce just wants jack to trust him enough not to question everything he does and jack just wants bruce to trust him enough to tell him the truth, and they both want the best for Tim but don't trust the other to know what that is. they are both stubborn, egotistical men who are fiercely protective of those they love, and that protectiveness and borderline possessiveness over Tim makes it impossible for them to see the other as anything but a threat, and I think they should kiss about it.

Rich, gay, complicated, enemies to lovers, neighbors. Who love their son very much

Rivals to lovers, shared custody of Tim, toxic and obsessed with each other

Donna Troy/Raven:

20 fics on ao3. They've been close friends since new teen titans and are shown to love and trust eachother. Donna is the one always having faith in Raven and reaching out to her. They somehow find eachother in different universes and are canon on earth 11.

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"I thought you said you didn't like Batman?" "I don't. I chew on him when I'm mad."

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Cool Tim Drake...I miss you cool Tim Drake please come back..

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all robin plush designs are now complete and samples are in production!! Who are you looking forward to most? 💙❤️💛💚

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Batkids calling Bruce "mom" when he's being Batman

They started doing it to mess with Bruce and the other rouges at first but then it spiraled

They still call him B of course but also call him a various versions of the word mom

Dick calls him mom, mamă, mother dearest (when he wants something)

Jason used to call him mom alot when he was still Robin but stopped after his ressurection, after he reconciles with Bruce he calls him mom sometimes to mess with him and to have the joy of confusing his goons

Tim calls him mostly B but will call him mom every once in a while when he's tired enough

Barbara doesn't call him mom, for obvious reasons but will jokingly call him a mama bat when he's being overprotective of any of his kids

Stephanie, like Tim mostly calls him B but will call him mother when she wants something from him or is sassing him

Cass mostly calls him mama, sometimes mom or Mǔqīn and very rarely mother

Damian variates in calling him father, baba and mother after some convincing from his siblings

Duke, like Barbara, doesn't call him mom or any variation of the word but will use that title against others like "stop that or i'm telling your mom" type of thing

Bruce will never admit it but being called mom by his kids give him immense joy for no apparent reason, he knows that they started doing it as a way of messing with him but he will take whatever he can get

All the rouges, police officers and every civilain is confused about the way the batkids adress Batman because in their eyes? Batman is a man, or maybe he's not? The youngest Robin does call him father. Or maybe Batman is a being beyond gender? They will never know

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Ghosts, Heroes, and Too Little, Too Late

It had taken every ounce of courage Danny had, standing in the town square, ectoplasmic energy flickering around his hands and the wind tugging at his white hair. His human-blue eyes stared out at the crowd of Amity Park citizens, waiting for the fear, the rejection, the anger.

But none came.

Instead, Mr. Lancer had stepped forward, teary-eyed, and clapped a hand on Danny’s shoulder. Mrs. Tetslaff brought out a homemade casserole "for the hero." Even Dash had muttered something like "Guess you're not that much of a loser."

They embraced him. Their Phantom. Their kid. Their protector.

The news had gone national in under twenty-four hours.

Fourteen years old. Half-ghost. Protector of Amity Park. Had kept the town safe for two years from ghost invasions with no backup, no mentor, no safety net. Just his friends, his sister, and the town that eventually came to understand.

And with that understanding came anger.

Because for two years, Amity Park had reached out. Calls, letters, reports. Pleas to the Justice League. Superman, Wonder Woman, Batman—someone. But nothing. The reports were dismissed as hoaxes. Phantom was "probably another shapeshifting villain." Amity Park was written off as exaggerating, maybe even hallucinating. The town was left alone with a half-dead teenager standing between them and whatever the Infinite Realms threw their way.

And now, two years after Danny had made peace with the Ghost Zone and secured a treaty with the Realms, they came.

A gleaming ship descended outside city limits, adorned with the Justice League insignia. Superman, Wonder Woman, Martian Manhunter, Green Lantern, and Flash stood at the front. Behind them were sleek representatives, press, and cameras.

Danny stood there, sixteen now, hovering a few inches above the cracked pavement of the park's old basketball court—his favorite haunt for aerial maneuver practice. He looked older, stronger, but his expression was unreadable. Not angry. Not happy.

Just… tired.

The League stepped forward, Superman’s cape billowing.

“Danny Fenton,” he began, his voice the same calm, commanding tone that had graced a thousand crises. “We’d like to formally invite you to join the Justice League. Your skills are remarkable, and we believe you'd make an excellent addition—”

The crowd behind Danny didn’t cheer.

They booed.

Old Mr. Schuster, who ran the bakery, shouted, “Oh now you care?!”

Mrs. Dugan from the library yelled, “Where were you when the Plasmius guy turned Main Street into a battlefield?!”

Someone threw a moldy muffin. Superman dodged it.

Flash winced. “Wow. Not the welcome we were expecting.”

Jazz stepped forward, arms crossed, expression fierce. “He was fourteen. He nearly died multiple times protecting this town. He bled for it. You called him a hoax.”

“We didn’t have confirmed data,” Batman said flatly. “There were too many false alarms in that region, and we—”

“You ignored us,” Danny said, finally speaking. His voice was quiet but carried across the park. “You ignored me. I begged for help once. Right after I got my powers. I didn’t know what I was. I was scared. Your hotline sent me to voicemail.”

Batman’s jaw tightened. Wonder Woman looked… ashamed.

“You didn’t want me when I was just a kid begging for answers,” Danny continued. “You want me now that I’ve already done the work? After I nearly died saving this dimension? After I signed a ghost peace treaty that your people tried to torpedo without understanding what the Realms even are?”

There was a low hum of agreement from the crowd. A few shouted, “Tell 'em, Danny!”

Danny stared at them. “I didn’t do this for a badge. I didn’t do it to be recruited. I did it because no one else would.”

There was a beat of silence. Superman stepped forward again, trying to soften the moment. “You’re right. We were wrong to ignore you, and we’re sorry. But if you join us, you can get real training. Resources. Help.”

Danny looked up, locking eyes with Superman. “I don’t need a League that shows up after the fight.”

And then he turned his back on them, his town behind him, arms crossed or lifted in support. The League stood there, unsure of what to say.

Danny floated up, cape rippling, energy crackling faintly at his fingers.

“I’m Phantom. Guardian of Amity Park. Protector of the Realms. You want me on the team? Then you start by fixing what you broke. With us. Not over us.”

The League left not long after.

The invitation was not declined—but it certainly wasn’t accepted either.

And Amity Park?

They slept easier that night, knowing they didn’t need the Justice League.

They had something better.

They had Danny.

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i need more Aliens Made Us Do It and/or Marriage of Convenience batlantern fics… they’re my weakness omg i eat that shit upppppp

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So this low-key makes no sense but:

Bruce has a metagene. It is that any cape he wears has a pocket dimension. The robins have an uncontrollable urge to hide in it.

It doesn't even need to be a legitimate cape. He was playing superheroes with a besheet when he was seven, and he pulled a medieval battle axe out of it. The Wayne's have never owned a medieval battle axe. Alfred, Thomas and Martha were extremely confused and concerned about it's origins.

Yes, I know Bruce isn't a meta. But it'd be really funny if he was. Especially with such a specific, weird power. That's how he fits all the stuff in his cape.

Like, snacks, and weapons, and Tim swears that one time he saw him just make a whole motorcycle appear from it.

Dick was cold on patrol once, and Bruce opened his cape, and just thought nothing of the fact that Dick just disappeared into it, dismissed it as a result of a really heavy warm cape.

Dick found himself in a warm, cozy, dark place, and immediately decided to go there as much as possible. He then told Jason, who didn't believe him at first but then found himself in the pocket dimension and was like "fuck yeah this is awesome".

He didn't tell Tim, and Tim didn't feel as if he was allowed to ask Batman to hide under his cape even when he was cold, so it took several years of vigilante-ing before Tim figured it out.

Damian didn't really have any chances to hide in Bruce's cape before he was lost in time, the cape didn't work the same for dick, and by the time Bruce was back, Damian believed he was too old for such childish things as seeking shelter in his father's cape.

The robins just think that Bruce got his cape enchanted somehow, and just didn't care to tell them in typical Bruce fashion. Bruce has no idea about this and is just happy that his kids like him enough to feel comfortable with him during patrol.

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Me seeing the new Superman content we’ve been getting and realizing that we’re finally healing from the “Evil Superman” era: